How much burned toast and runny eggs?
And half-done roasts and tough pancakes?
How much antacid did they take,
Or suffer silent tummy aches?
Those brave young guys with loving hearts,
Whose wives were learning cooking arts.
They never once refused to eat
And always claimed it was a treat.
They gladly paid the price required;
Their patience never did expire.
So on this day of valentines,
They each deserve the sweetest lines:
Thanks to the hubbies who ate food
Digested by nothing but love.
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POETRY BY AHYOKA 
Reblogged this on Sandra Pavloff Conner and commented:
I posted this piece on my poetry site, but thought the readers here might enjoy it as well. Happy Valentine’s Day.
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happy Valentine
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Thank you.
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While we were dating, the girl I later married made a cherry pie for me and I don’t eat cherry pies. But I ate every bite of that piece. She had even doubled the amount of cherries, putting in twice as much as the recipe called for. 🙂
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Well, then you definitely deserved this valentine poem!
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